[Oh, Barty does quite enjoy watching fear in others. It is, perhaps, part of the appeal that led him down this path. Intimidation, authority, all the things he hates about his father... They feel quite a bit different when the ball is in his court.]
Which do you prefer, then, my lady Lestrange? The ones that scream and beg or the ones that don't want to break?
[An honest question, asked with actual interest. But then his mind is rather overtaken, for the moment, by watching her as one might watch something venomous. He has seen her do it before, but so far he'd never received that much attention. Perhaps it had been a mistake to draw it on him, but he can't find it in himself to regret it. His tongue darts out to wet his dry lips, but there is no show of nerves aside from that and even that is more a quirk than anything else.]
The only thing I fear is disappointing our Lord. Would you have me fear you?
As are you, naturally! And... Merlin help me, I ship it.
Which do you prefer, then, my lady Lestrange? The ones that scream and beg or the ones that don't want to break?
[An honest question, asked with actual interest. But then his mind is rather overtaken, for the moment, by watching her as one might watch something venomous. He has seen her do it before, but so far he'd never received that much attention. Perhaps it had been a mistake to draw it on him, but he can't find it in himself to regret it. His tongue darts out to wet his dry lips, but there is no show of nerves aside from that and even that is more a quirk than anything else.]
The only thing I fear is disappointing our Lord. Would you have me fear you?